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[OPEN] Old Routines

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Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE
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The victor will never be asked if he told the truth.



The shadow-mare's usual indifference had been interrupted by the darkness, for although she thrived in the ebony silk of night, the realm's endless slumber unsettled her. What possible explanation could exist for the disappearance of the sun? What would the consequences be? Perhaps if it had happened in a time long ago, her apathy would have remained, for she would have had only herself to care for, only herself to look after - and besides, under the cover of darkness, there was much she could do in the way of furthering her planned genocides. But now she was a leader, a Lady, and she had others to care for, others to protect. Without the sun, what would grow? Without a day, how would they find food? If her followers wandered out of the Basin, would they ever return?

She made her way south by the ambient glow of the light-trees, sourly pondering this rather unfortunate turn of events. Perhaps the possibly eternal night was the work of the gods - and they would not leave their subjects to starve, would they? Or perhaps the gods had been overthrown - but by what? The shade silently resolved that, should she ever run across the gods again, she would give them a swift kick in the rear for the worry they were putting her through. They might smite her, but let them try - what were mere gods in comparison to the Dark Empress? What did she care for their inconsequential feelings, or lack thereof, when she was here dealing with their inabilities?

Of course, this was all dark musings with nothing to support her theories, but it is rather common to look for a scapegoat when the unexplainable happens.

She came upon the beach almost without realizing it, but once there she was immediately cheered by the sight before her. Though a distance still stoof between them, the crimson marked the other unicorn as Paladin, and what better way to distract herself than with some friendly familial banter? And so it was that she trotted down the beach, head help regally high, all the better to look down upon her brother. "Brother, dear!" she claled out as jovially as she knew how. "How very lovely to find you here alone in the dark!" A feral grin graced her features, lit eerily by the gleaming algea rocking to and fro in the current.

"Talk talk talk."

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Messages In This Thread
Old Routines - by Paladin - 06-25-2013, 04:32 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Psyche - 06-27-2013, 03:15 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Random Event - 06-27-2013, 04:42 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Paladin - 06-27-2013, 07:52 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Psyche - 06-29-2013, 08:50 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Random Event - 06-30-2013, 10:58 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Paladin - 07-01-2013, 09:34 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Psyche - 07-14-2013, 01:19 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Random Event - 07-14-2013, 04:15 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Paladin - 07-24-2013, 10:59 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Psyche - 08-15-2013, 06:47 PM

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